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Burgie : I know seriously. Same!

chuckiboo : Aww that's so sweet, definitely right. I appreciate you mentioning all that, it definitely makes that moment that much sweeter! Thank you so much!

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Song Listened To :

California Trees by Walk Off the Earth


*Chapter 92*

"Has Chester been inside the enclosure yet?" Wren wondered with a cute, giddy pep in his step; him, Theo, Berri and Chester moseyed down their tower's gently lit corridor and to their front foyer. Though they were tucked a little deeper inside the flyer's previous patch of trees, sunlight still could be seen glinting in from the higher windows.

"Not yet," Berri sighed in a drag of mild dread, she gently pulled her phone out from her winter coat and knew hoping to see Turbo's name across the screen was futile. Seeing only the time, date and a now changed phone wallpaper, from the previous, goofy picture of her and Turbo to something generic, she lulled her sunken, tired, bagged eyes shut and gingerly groped her hand to her left until she met with Chester's collar, something she put on him whenever she was due to take him somewhere. Said thick, leather collar was equipped with a two-foot lead that dangled down the center of his broad chest, to make it easier to lead his blind, bumbling feet, "I'm... I'm just going to drop him off with Balba and Royal, they'll have a fun time showing him around."

"...What about Turbo, is he not watching Chester anymore?" Theo worried, both boys glossed Berri's figure in a sag of impending disappointment, and much to their further dismay, Berri eased a tight-lipped look, glance down to her feet and tried not to show too much sorrowful emotion here, though she knew she failed anyhow.

"No, I-I... I haven't heard from him all weekend," Berri staggered, her nose was still lightly clogged, and although she had a solid session of core-coding meditation, with herself, last night, the stress marks on her temples still faintly glowed. She gently grappled Chester's lead as Theo reached for the door handle and hovered, to brace the four for the intense cold that didn't seem to let up, "It's... Fine. Chester will want to be in the brand new enclosure, anyways. Maybe the other flyers will try and teach him to glide. Those trees are incredibly tall, so it'll be easy for branching."

"A-Are you and Turbo okay?" Wren worried, though Berri stiffened and lulled her eyes closed in dread.

"I don't want to talk about it, no, we're not okay," Berri rushed in already flooded irritation, though as Wren shot Theo a worried look, he shook his head, bugged his eyes in dread and swung the front door open; although Berri was just expecting everyone to slowly push out into the cold, Wren and Theo jolted in surprise and perked up in their entirety.

"Turbo!" Wren stated through a blurt of an excited chuckle, and with the sound of said name that rolled off of Wren's lips, Berri raised her eyebrows in a spike of near-terrified surprise and froze dead in her tracks as Turbo's figure came into view, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I-I'm... I'm here to pick up Chester, like every Academy day," Turbo stated through a soft chuckle.

Berri wobbled as Chester uttered a soft, raspy whine of excitement and barreled on past Wren and Theo and straight into Turbo's gravity. Turbo blurt a small laugh as he eagerly tended to Chester's needs, in terms of head and ear scratches. Berri sagged her shoulders in whole surprise and felt numb, although Turbo was cozily dressed in a nice winter coat and scarf, she frowned and took note that the golden glow in his eyes was largely muted, the stuble on his jaw and chin had grown in, and just like Berri's eyes, his were sagged, bagged and exhausted. Wren, Theo and Chester easily geeked out in Turbo's presence, all three boys chattered in a spike of eagerness, a clear show that they missed Turbo on their typical hang-out day, which was Sunday's closed Arcade day, something of which they almost apprehensively missed due to Turbo's and Berri's feuding. Wren and Theo stated their niceties to Turbo, and amidst a mess of firm pats to Turbo's back and arms, they eased their kind goodbyes to him and promised they'd be over to his loft after school; although this also included Berri, due to being apart of this now tight-knit friend group, she almost nervously stepped out into the porch and shut the door behind everyone.

"Meet you at Academy, Bear," Wren called over his shoulder as Berri hovered on the front porch, she shot Wren a nearly annoyed look as the last thing she saw, of Wren, was a cheeky wave and a wink before him and Theo disintegrated into a mess of coding on her tower's main teleport pad, kept too warm to be covered with too thick a layer of snow.

Berri finally heaved a long, fogged breath to Sugar Rush's relentless winter air. Little bits of flaky snow fall eased into her vivid blue eye lashes, and although she wanted to rip herself from Turbo's irresistible presence, she hovered for a moment and took note of just clearly how excited Chester was to see Turbo. Turbo grunted a small laugh and wobbled the second he began to eagerly lick at Turbo's chin. Without warning, he suddenly lapped his whole tongue to the side of Turbo's face and straight into his hair, resulting in a now frozen-over gloss of saliva and a permanent cowlick of the right side of his dusty grey hair. Turbo froze as Chester's wolf like snout began to sniffle at his coat in further inspection, and though Berri was successful thus far, she finally caved and choked a hard, fogged laugh out into the air. With such, Turbo finally wrinkled a wide smile and did everything to brush his hair to normality, a clumsy splay of his masculine fingers into the soft grooves of his lovely, dark grey hair.

"Ohhhkay, I guess I'm taking two showers today," Turbo grunted as Chester finally eased up, though he hovered tight to Turbo in a clear show of love. Turbo blurt another soft chuckle as he gripped Chester's cheeks, in his hands, and made his heavy skull act is if they were looking into each other's eyes, "Look, I know we're now dude-bros, but y'gotta not lick my freshly showered hair. C'mon."

"He does not care about personal hygiene, or personal space," Berri giggled softly and sagged her hands into her pockets, and although the air between the two was easy, easier than she thought, she still felt that twinge of tension. She sagged and knew she needed to just jump in, the overhang of the tower's lovely outdoor foyer shielded the two from a heavier gust of snow that gentle flitted by, "I'm... I'm surprised you're here, actually. I was just going to drop Chester off inside the new enclosure."

"I made you a deal, Berri," Turbo eased quietly, he lovingly stroked Chester's velvety orange snout and hugged Chester closer to him, "I promised I'd help you with Chester. Sure, he'd be just fine, on his own, inside the enclosure, but... I told you I'd help with his vocal progression."

"I... I sincerely thought you wanted nothing to do with me, after what happened Friday," Berri staggered nervously, though Turbo furrowed his brow, looked down and bashfully shrugged.

"You made me upset, and... I know I made you upset," Turbo started softly, his masculine voice was coat with all the love in the world. He furrowed his brow and peered his becoming-stronger, golden glowing eyes into Berri's, "I don't think trials and tribulations, inside a friendship, is a sign to immediately call it quits."

Berri remained quiet and felt relief coat her soul with Turbo's words; although she may have taken her emotions and ran, she was floored Turbo was now prepared to ease every last worry she had, here. She felt entire solace in his presence, an intoxicating allure that she couldn't dream of trying to get away from, she relished in the sweet narrow of his eyes as his crackling, deep voice carried on through a hot fog of his breath.

"I made you a promise, and I dedicated myself and my time to you, and an extension of you," Turbo gestured to Chester and shook his head, though he softly tugged the collar of his coat down, grappled a rugged, thin black rope, from around his neck, and revealed his half of the guitar pick gift he had made for Berri. He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a coy look of cuteness, "We ARE stuck together, after all."

"Oh, are we now," Berri chimed in scheming irritation, she tried her hardest to remain cheekily cold towards him, as long as she could, though she knew it was going to be impossible to carry it on for much longer, "Are we like married now, or something? Was the guitar pick a contraction-driven gesture?"

"I guess you could say it was a proposal, but... I guess, if it were a proposal, then I'd say I went about it ALL wrong," Turbo staggered in a chuckle, though as he pressed closer to Berri, he daringly and carefully reached his hands about the back of Berri's neck. As easily as he could, he unclasped Berri's guitar pick necklace, sealed it away in his hand, took a step back and watched as the expression on Berri's face grew from bashful, to confused, to now entirely lost.

"What are you doing?" Berri staggered with a nervous giggle, though much to her whole surprise, Turbo slowly got to one knee before her; she raised her eyebrows, took a small step back and now bashfully blurt a hard laugh down to him as she covered her mouth, "N-No, seriously, WHAT are you doing."

"I'm proposing to you," Turbo stated plainly with a shrug, he held out her guitar pick and gave her a dorky smile, "Berri... Will you be my best friend?"

"You are so stupid," Berri choked a hard laugh, though with her fervor, Chester riled into a frenzy of excitement, as well, and firmly nuzzled his nose into Turbo's chest, which caused him to wobble on his one-knee position on Berri's lovely front porch.

"I-It's a yes or no question, Bear, I'm not asking you to rate my intelligence, here," Turbo barked in playful, laughing irritation as Chester continued to press his snout into Turbo's chest. Turbo blurt a hard laugh and gingerly shoved on Chester's snout, "Chester, NOT NOW this is important! I'm proposing!"

"I forgot the question," Berri now blurt into hard giggling, the blush on her cheeks warmed her whole soul, she cupped her hands to her chest and relished in the sight of Turbo down on one knee, vulnerable to Chester's now tail-wagging playfulness.

"Will you marry- I-I mean, b-be my... for USER'S SAKE CHESTER!" Turbo shouted inside of a hard laugh as he finally eased off of his bended knee, caught himself, slipped in the icy, thin layer of snow and finally brought himself back to the one knee he was on, "Please just answer me before he eats me alive, my GOD."

"Yes, I will, yes," Berri rushed with a harder giggle as Turbo grit Chester an irritated look, grappled his lead and helped himself up with the stable strength of Chester's body. Upon stand, Turbo firmly pushed on the broad of Chester's chest, causing him to wobble on his four feet with a bark of a playful yip.

"Good. So, now that that's official, and I can finally give this back," Turbo started in a huff of one last playful glower in Chester's direction, he finally eased back into Berri's presence and softened, "We can confirm that no matter how little or great the fight... We will always be best friends."

"Promise?" Berri eased quietly, and although she previously was maybe weird about sealing a first kiss, with anyone, as Turbo neared, she felt her heart do a giddy jump of revival, as if to somehow express to her that if Turbo were to lean in for a solid one, she wouldn't deny him. She bat her eyelashes and tried to lie to herself by saying that she was definitely not trying to give off that vibe, though she was floored the second she could see the hot realization in Turbo's eyes.

"Promise," Turbo pressed warmly, his hot breath coat her face, and as daringly as she could, she eased her gloved hands to the broad of Turbo's lower chest, a dainty press of secretive want, she felt her mind do a backflip at all of this suddenness, though somehow, she felt as if the two now were slowly beginning to operate on it. Turbo cocked an eyebrow and allowed his proudly glowing, golden eyes to ease into hers, he fastened her necklace about her neck, to correction, and now began to feel a lump gather in his throat. With a small chuckle of nervousness, he knew exactly what Berri was shyly asking for, in the coy show of her eye contact alone, and although he was certain that here and now was potentially too soon for his old, painfully gentlemanly soul, he knew he had to at least give Berri something for the trouble the two had been in, all weekend, "Can you pass a message on to Gunner for me?"

"...Sure," Berri pressed in a small reel of confusion as she long blinked and dropped the act, though before she could gently peel from Turbo's presence, she froze as he warmly leaned in and placed a confident, firm kiss into the side of her jaw and cheek, her heart did a giddy dance of glee with the feel of his rough stubble against her smooth skin, the feel of his hot breath on her ear, and as Turbo warmly sealed the kiss and pulled away in a slow, taunting manner, he gave her a nearly mean, daring smile and began to back step out of her tight vicinity.

"Make sure Gunner is fully aware that he now has someone he needs to worry about," He confidently pressed, and in a sheer amount of smoothness, his hand gently grappled Chester's lead, and with a small tug and a cute little remark to Berri's oversized puppy companion, Chester's claws, alongside Turbo's heavy boots, began to thud off of the porch's steps. Turbo pressed on with great cheek, a touch of darkness, the sweetest show of coy that had Berri reeling, he fogged the air with his final statement, "And his name is Turbo Black."

Berri froze in entire dread, delight, excitement, fear, a whole swathe of conflicting emotions that swarmed her whole brain and heart into a silly dance of eventual forfeit. The second Turbo finally peeled his cheeky, cute smile and eyes from her was the second she held her breath and firmly watched him ease out into the snow and towards the softly illuminated path, off to the left of the tower, that lead to the flyer's new enclosure. As both boys fell into step with each other, neither looking back, Berri assessed the cuteness about their special relationship, the way Chester's tucked wing came about Turbo in a cute show of protection from the snow, the saunter they both traipsed, Berri heaved a shaky breath, shook her head and could swear she could stand here, for the rest of time, just contemplating every single little thing that had just happened. She knew her and Turbo would likely eventually talk about the issue that arose, amidst their fight, though she was floored she could go to Academy and have one less thing to worry about; as well as one more thing to secretly daydream about. She sealed the fingertips of her glove to the warm kiss that Turbo had left upon her cheek and smiled as wide as she could, and with a giddy pep in her step, as well, she finally made her way to the white, warmly glowing teleport pad out before her lovely front stoop.


A/N : I drew fanart for this piece, it's actually not on my deviantART yet. It's on my Instagram in a mini-comic form. Username Vyntastic :)

Also, I just wanted to warn you guys, I'm in the process of moving, and although it's like less than 30 miles away, it's still a bit stressful for me, so I'm going to have to put the story on hold for a few days while I get my life on track lol. I'll be back to uploading chapters by the 22nd, which is next Thursday. Thanks for understanding! Hope this sweet chapter tides you guys over ;)